Zhang Yanfeng came here by car. He was in the car of the tall and thin policewoman. When he got out of the car, Officer Zhang's legs were weak, and his eyes were bloodshot. His messy hair and shoulders were mixed with a lot of grass and wood shavings.
When he pushed the door open and came in, Zhang Yanfeng shouted for a cup of coffee and then yawned heavily.
"Those who don't know, think that you just came back from the field."
Boss Zhou stirred the coffee in front of him with a small spoon.
In the past, Zhou Ze thought that there was no difference between good coffee and Instant Nescafe. In his previous life, when he was a doctor, he was often so busy that wind blew under his feet. He also relied on coffee a lot to survive.
But he did not know whether it was because his mentality had changed or whether there was a big difference between good and bad coffee,
the taste of drinking coffee now was indeed different from before.
